Vacate is a word, vengeance has no place so near to her
Cannot find a comfort in this world
Artificial tears, the vessel's stabbed, next up, volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere
A truant finds home
And a will to hold on
There's a trapdoor in the sun
It's immortality
As privileged as a whore, victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how, surrendered executed anyhow
Scrawls resolved, cigar box on the floor
A truant finds home
And a will to hold on to
There's a trapdoor in the sun...
...It's immortality
I cannot stop the thought, of running out the door
Coming up, a which way sign, and all good truants must decide
Oh stripped and sold alone, and an auctioned forearm
And whiskers in the sink
A truant finds home, and a will to hold on to
Some die just to live, oh
Immortality Lyrics performed by Seether are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Immortality Lyrics performed by Seether is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD